Chapter 27
Reasons and Reasoning
The Black Pearl sailed into the Spanish harbor as if it had every right to be there. The men followed docking procedures to a T realizing their Captain would have their heads if his ship got so much as a scratch on her hull.
Jack was hiding in the galley with his daughter, pondering a way to hide their identities from the harbor master.
"Dress me as a boy," Alan said suddenly, almost reading his mind.
"Perfect, but how do we hide me?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at his daughter.
"More difficult, perhaps just different clothes would work? One never looks hard at those thought to be simple workers."
"My girl you are a genius." Jack took her in his arms and held her close, before sending her off to dress and gather him clothes. She returned quickly wearing brown, dirty pants, a loose white shirt, and a hat that hid most of her face. If she hadn't been his daughter he would indeed have overlooked her as a boy.
She brought him similar clothes, along with a different hat.
"Shove your hair under the hat so you can't see the beads and leave your coat and vest here. I'll go make sure the men are docking your girl right," Alan smirked and left the room. Jack abhorred having to hide his hair; he was Captain Jack Sparrow, not some normal crewman. But what had to be done for his wife had to be done.
He shed his clothes and threw on the normal, brown slacks and rather dirty shirt. He strapped his cutlass to his waist and stuck a few pistols in his pants before sticking his hair under the ugly brown hat. The overall effect was rather disappointing, but he knew he looked nothing like the formidable Captain he was, and as he walked up the stairs to the deck he reminded himself he had done much more for his wife in the past.
"Mother," a voice woke her from her jumbled thoughts, cutting through her heart.
"You're not my son," she whispered as she looked into the eyes of the killer. She had born him, but he would never be her son.
Demetrius smirked and walked to her, crouching down so she could see him more clearly.
"The Pearl has come into port, who is on it?" He asked, watching her closely.
Rena's eyes widened at the implications of this, if the ship had returned the perhaps Jack was alive after all; she knew her crew would never have left her and her family to die here. Saihrena shook her head and looked away from the creature in front of her.
She didn't deserve to be rescued; it was her fault that her family was suffering after all. If only she had killed Demetrius, if only she had rescued him sooner. Rena laid down on the floor of her cell and ignored her son as he poked and prodded her, trying to get answers. She had none to give.
She let the images overtake her again as her son began to beat her to try and get the answers he wanted.
Demetrius was angry. "Tell me who it is," he yelled again, kicking her in the stomach. He watched as his mother simply rolled over and ignored him. He kicked her again and rolled her back to make her look in his eyes, he wanted her to see his hatred.
He looked deep into her eyes and smiled as he saw her glazed over expression. His kicks stopped and he crouched down, the smirk never leaving his lips.
"You're not even here anymore, are you mother?" He whispered. With a nod he stood and motioned to the guards he had assigned to watch her. "Take her to the gates and leave her there. Sadly, there's nothing more I can do to her." Demetrius walked away, laughing softly as his guards picked up his mother to do as they were told.
Jack and Alan sat low in the boat, rowing along with the rest of the men so as not to draw attention to themselves. The plan was simple; the crew would split up into three different groups. One would stay aboard the Pearl, readying it for departure, while the other two split up and met at the castle. There they would viciously kill anyone that got in their way as they rescued Saihrena.
It was something Jack Sparrow was never very good at, simple plans, but it was all they had.
When the boat landed Jack hopped out and waited for his group to follow his example. Jon was leading the second group, and he was glad to have such a loyal and loving crew. Jack led his group off the harbor and out into the streets of Spain to disappear until the appointed time when they would get his wife back, again.
It was dark out when the two groups met up in an alleyway close to the castle. Alan watched as Jon's group came into the alley, savage grins lighting their face. This was it, they would get her mother back and find out the location of her brother and sister.
She had no illusions about tonight, she knew Raul was going to be killed, and possibly Dem as well. She had resigned herself to this fact.
"He's not my brother," she whispered to herself for the millionth time, it was a mantra she had been repeating since Spain had come into view.
"I love ye pixie," her father whispered in her ear. "Be careful tonight."
"I love you too daddy," she said, nodding at his words of caution.
"Attack," her father said, and the men rushed from the alley and ran for the gates of the castle, weapons drawn.
Alan was the first to reach the gates, which was surprisingly empty except for a lone woman lying on the ground. Alan stopped in horror as she saw her mother, dirty and beaten, lying before her.
She dropped her katabos and fell beside her mother, taking her in her arms and holding her tight.
"Rena," Jack said, and before she knew it her mother was pulled from her lap and in her fathers strong arms. "What'd that bastard do to ye love?" He murmured, running his hands through her hair and rocking her slightly. "I'm takin her to the Pearl, create a distraction so Alan can get the information we need, meet back at the Pearl in twenty minutes," Jack yelled and took off holding his wife close.
"Attack," Alan yelled, picking her katabos back up and running to the castle. She knew they were behind her, she could hear their boots echoing along the path as they made their way to the castle door.
Alan reached the doors and pushed them open, revealing a squadron of guards that had been waiting for them. She smiled cruelly, throwing her hat back from her head as she moved to engage the first few men that had charged at her.
Within moments the three were on the ground, one she was sure was dead, the other two were wounded, if not dying. Her crew caught up with her then and began slicing their way through the guards, making a way for her to escape and find her brother. She saw her exit and bolted, praying for the lives of her friends who were sorely outnumbered. She wasn't too worried though, the pirates were hardened fighters, every man and woman that had been chosen were beyond equals with blades, pistols, knives, or whatever other weapons they had picked up throughout the years.
Alan raced through the castle, losing the few guards that had pursued her, until she reached her brothers study. She repressed a shudder as she moved to the door and kicked it open. The last time she had been here was when she was kidnapped by Davin. Her brother and her Uncle sat behind the desk, and ten guards stood in front of them.
She laughed heartily as she watched the guards. "Dear brother, do you really think a mere ten guards can take me? You have changed." A smirk came to her lips as she struck. Two guards fell dead. The remaining eight charged as one and it took every ounce of control she had to fight. They tried to get behind her, but those unlucky enough to make it there fell dead faster than the ones in front of her.
Katabos were deadly when used correctly, most men had never even heard of the weapons let alone seen them, they had no idea how to defend against such weapons.
The guards were lying on the ground with various wounds and conditions within a few minutes. Alan was surprised when she felt a sting in her arm and looked over to see she had actually gotten hit by one of the guards. She shrugged this off and turned to her brother and her Uncle with a feral grin.
"Very impressive little sister," Demetrius smirked.
"Where are they, tell me and I may allow you to live brother," she growled, moving quickly towards her Uncle.
"Jessie is in a brothel in town, and your precious brother is in the same place mother was, good luck breaking him out." Alan nodded and bashed Raul over the head. He dropped to the ground with a small grunt.
"Why?" She whispered, moving to Demetrius. He watched her closely, standing from his chair and pulling out his sword. "You can't beat me, and the sick thing is I don't even want to kill you. I just want to know why."
"Because I could," he said simply. She nodded, her thoughts racing through her mind. After a moment she stepped forward and hit him across the face, she heard a sickening crunch as his nose broke and he dropped his sword.
"That was for mother." She swung again and repressed a flinch as she broke his arm. "That was for father." Demetrius began backing up as he groaned in pain, moving to cradle his now broken arm. "This is for my brother and sister," she yelled as she swung again, breaking a rib. Without another word she turned and walked from the room.
Wow another update, surprised? D I enjoyed the reviews I got so much that I just had to get this up for you. I hope you all enjoyed it, though some may be disappointed. The story isn't over yet, not by far, they still have to save Jessie and Logan, and of course try and fix Rena… poor thing… anyway review review review! Love for all of you, and thanks for sticking with me!
